go on as gone. flying high. you know how i feel.

Remembered. Decembered. I forgot it all and left to leave. The time up was without and there never seemed a better escape. Echoes bounced off walls, echoed. Two scared eighth graders. The drive behind is still there and as incomplete as the road you know, it never ends like a sleepless night married to two sunsets.  Benched the sun and watched words form. A slow ease into some salt formed pace. Held on intently, tightly, and discovered. Conversations that never took place hung like that proverbial carrot. Shared space not dejected, always invited. Action awaits. Walked in synch, talked in synch, walked in synch. Reread everything, scanned for viruses, and late for work. The alarm never sounded, just some birds outside of my window, listening to me wake up. So many questions and how ya doin? Yea? I'm on to you. From up here, beyond the land lies asleep. What was that smirk after all?

bill withers. who is he? oakland, calif.